Journey to the West: My ancestor of the human race, the sword cut Nuwa at the beginning

Chapter 217 The Vicious Antarctic Fairy

Emperor Xiao Yan was shocked, half of the people in the village had already died in just a few days!
At this moment, he couldn't sit still any longer, and regardless of Uncle Zhao's obstruction, he directly started to feel his pulse.

The weak Uncle Zhao wanted to stop him, but he didn't have the slightest strength, but he was filled with guilt.

Their village was already like this, and they knew that they would surely die, so they did not leave the village.

Not only that, but those who are still alive are already preparing to ignite the entire village when the last person is alive, so that the fire will keep all the viruses here.

This is the only thing they can do, and it is also the most common way of dealing with the entire prehistoric human race.

In order to prevent the plague from spreading, all the villages infected with the plague will die together with the plague if they cannot be saved in the end.

Emperor Xiao Yan suppressed his sadness and felt the pulse of Uncle Zhao, this village was his most frequent visit.

He knew almost every villager, and the villagers didn't treat him as a monster, which made him very happy.

Not only that, because he often treats the villagers, the villagers respect him very much.

While feeling the pulse, the little guy's brows gradually frowned. Judging from the pulse, this kind of plague was a type he had never heard of.

This made him very anxious, and he wished he could go to the teacher directly to have a look.

However, he also knew that his master was not good at treating the plague, even if he found it, it might not be useful, but a waste of time.

Unless you find the omnipotent master, but the master is still in retreat.

For a while, Emperor Yan could only grit his teeth and deal with it by himself.

A bowl of water was drawn from the well in the village, and the little guy poured it down in one gulp.

"No Xiaoyan, there is a plague in the water!"

However, Uncle Zhao's words were too late, and Emperor Xiao Yan soon felt something was wrong after pouring the water.

"This is?" The little guy frowned immediately.

"What a terrible plague!"

There was something special in the water that wanted to break open his stomach and get into his body.

It's just that his stomach is very special, and it's not easy to break it open.

But it is also very difficult for him to subdue this thing and analyze its characteristics, because he found that this thing does not seem to be simple.

With his cultivation base, it is already a bit difficult to control these things, and it is even more difficult to analyze the method.

"No, it seems that I need to ask Master for help."

Having made a decision, the little guy didn't dare to delay at all, and immediately ran towards the direction he came from.

Before leaving, he did not forget to say, "Uncle Zhao, you must cook everything you eat and drink, including drinking water."

The little guy only had time to drop such a sentence and ran away.

Along the way, the little guy didn't dare to stop. Now he has only practiced for five years. Because his body was too weak before, although he has changed since he came out, his foundation is weak.

In the past five years, he has been laying solid foundations, and his cultivation base is not very high.

Just when Little Yandi was in a hurry, a person suddenly descended from the sky and directly blocked his way.

"It's you? Please make way."

The person who came was Nanji Xianweng, the little guy had no time to waste with him, so he directly asked him to get out of the way.

However, the Antarctic fairy was unmoved, looked at him with a smile and said: "Just now I saw that the people in that village got the plague, and they feared that they would die soon."

Little Yandi frowned, and looked at Nanji Xianweng with some unkind eyes.

However, Nanji Xianweng was unmoved, and continued: "As long as you are willing to worship me as a teacher, I will help you heal those people. This deity is a disciple of a primitive sage. This small illness is extremely simple to me. You How do you feel?"

"No way!" Emperor Xiaoyan snorted coldly, although he really wanted to save people, but he couldn't do such things as deceiving the master and exterminating the ancestors, changing the court.

Besides, this primitive saint was whipped by their Master Jiling, so he is not a good person at first glance.

Hearing the little guy's answer, Nanji Xianweng's expression darkened immediately, "You have to know, those mortals can't wait long, if you don't agree, it's equivalent to killing them indirectly!"

A trace of pain flashed across the little guy's face, but he still shook his head.

The current little Emperor Yan has not realized the abnormality of the Antarctic Immortal, if he is an adult, he may be able to guess many things immediately.

The Antarctic Immortal had a cold face, if it wasn't for the voluntary need to subdue the Emperor, he might have taken Xiao Yandi away directly.

He snorted coldly, "Since you want to watch them die, then I will grant you, but don't forget, these people died because of you!"

After leaving such a sentence, the Antarctic fairy flew away again.

In his opinion, if it doesn't work this time, there will be a next time. There are so many prehistoric human races, and he doesn't believe that it is impossible to force this kid to agree to him.

Being so delayed by the Antarctic fairy, Little Yandi became even more anxious, and hurriedly ran back regardless.

He didn't care if the shoes ran away. Fortunately, he had cultivated the physical body. Although there were wounds on his feet and bleeding, he still held back.

When Little Yan Emperor appeared in front of Liu Er, Liu Er was stunned.

The little dragon girl who accompanied Liu Er was even more startled and hugged Xiao Yandi, "How did you do this, how did you make it like this?"

Xiao Longnv was distressed and blamed.

Xiao Yandi was brought up by him and Liu Er for five years, just like his own child.

Seeing Xiao Yandi like this, his eyes turned red immediately.

"Master, I'm fine. It's just a minor injury. Something happened to Zhaojia Village. Go and have a look. Half of the people are dead. I don't know how many people are still alive."

Both Liuer and Xiaolongnv in Zhaojia Village knew that it was the village where the little guy often went to the doctor to gain experience, but they didn't expect to hear such news.

"What happened?" Ao Linglong asked anxiously.

The little guy was very anxious, but he just urged: "Let's go quickly, let's go first and then talk about it."

Seeing that he was in such a hurry, Liu Er greeted him directly, "Somersault cloud!"

A cloud immediately descended from the sky. This is the supernatural power that Zhou Shan obtained from Hong Yun, and then taught it to Liu Er.

The three of them went up to the clouds, and within just a breath, they had already appeared in Zhaojia Village.

As soon as the six ears fell to the ground, he frowned, because he felt a disgusting wave of mana here.

"plague!"

This is a law that few people practice, but I didn't expect to encounter it here.

"Master, save the villagers, is there anything you can do?"

Little Yandi asked Liu Er's hand.

Liu Er patted him on the shoulder, his spiritual sense swept over him, and he immediately saw the situation of the whole village.

With a wave of his hand, all the people in the village appeared in front of him.

On one side are people who have died, and on the other side are still lingering.

The dead man Liu Er waved his hand again to isolate them, because the virus was spreading.

However, looking at these people who were still alive, Liu Er frowned. The plague was different from other diseases.

Other diseases can be treated with Reiki.

But the plague can devour spiritual energy and strengthen oneself, so ordinary methods are not enough.

(End of this chapter)